Don Strapzy - Wrongen lyrics

[Verse] I'm a wrongen So tell me if you have a problem I touch kids but I ain't Adam Johnson Used to sell ticks but I ain't been to Boston The rap game's Tom Hardy, na f** that I'm Charles Bronson With a baseball bat, this is straight outta Compton I ain't Ice Cube, I'm straight out of London I've got corpses and heads in my dungeon Up out the motor Gla** of champagne given to me from my chauffeur Na I'm joking but I ain't a joker Them man are penguins, they ain't got the engine Young Donny I'm a bandit Hammers on us, we ain't in no West Ham kit Man are screaming gang, gang, gang, gang but ain't never done no gang sh** See I style on Gs but I don't do dancehall D.o.n snapbacks in the parcel Man thought they had the title But I'm back now, they've thrown it away, they're Arsenal Bedtime, get your pyjamas out I'm back, there ain't nothing here to party about Man act like we're doggies now But they want me in the box or the wing like Martial Donny I'm a ba*tard f** Sway, tell Ye I've got the answers I'm with Lamb, I'm with Drops, I'm with Chanter I'm with Cam, I'm with Salv, I'm with Palmer I'm with Rem, I'm with Nitch Feeling like [?] I'm in between sticks Out here from early Strapzy I'm certi' I crept in with my youngen and we tryna play dirty Got you pussies in check mate So I push my ches' out on the estate I was fourteen tryna get dough and that was way before Hollowman met Blade Now go check the tracklist Money in the matress I'll shake the bed Life is a gamble and I'll take the bet And be Victoria's David Becks Somebody bring Ross Kemp to my block, I'll hold him for ransom I'm a street boy but girls think I'm handsome I keep my faith in my bible and handgun Ain't a role model plus I never had one Way before my first mobile, I jacked one Yeah robberies Masked up, run up in properties Cause we're never gonna win the lottery Hood life, I'll tell you what the hood's like I was ten and somebody robbed my push-bike So I went and robbed the next one Then the next one, then the next, then I phoned Next Then it was chains, it was watches and mopeds It was cars, it was yards, see the progress? It was grub, it was lines, it was dopeheads Went from draws into Qs then we sold Zs Hustle on the strip I remember when I had nothing in the fridge You could see my ribs I was in them pissy blocks With dots on me and I didn't have the chickenpox So f** what these rappers say Most rappers never had a scrap in an alleyway You'll get attacked I've been feeling like the Irish when McGregor tapped It was very sad 'Ello I'm a rap star but there ain't demos in the boot in my Renault Rolling with a Maggie and she ain't yellow My whole dress code, Fabio Capello Fear who? He bleeds, he ain't metal I've got something that'll sting him like nettles You've got a problem? I'll solve that I treat beef like potatoes, I roast that Ghost that Turn a man's beard to a moustache Cause this gangster got banter, I'm MoStack I've got Os bagged I've got a problem with authority and everybody knows that And everybody knows this My whole team roll sick, man are vultures Yeah all skin colours, all cultures Don Strapzy take notice, easy